Your Face On The Lake

I was to everyone at once for a long time a child, to the brother and sister, and husband the wife two small children. As green leaves comes peace, precedes fall. When at the end of each day, I look up at the sky, and deep in thought I think of you. Where am 'I' am happy to have lived and cried. Dies, the leaf, winter the snow when it comes. Out the window I look seeing you. Smiling you smile. And spring leaps forth from my head, red, yellow, whites and green, flowers open I smell. I am whom you turn to, to fill up the room, and turning around you spin like a top. Off or, each way north and south turn the page. Black canvas the sky every night I look up at the moon. In your house it is just like that is my heaven. The wing of one arm lies sleeping beneath you. Your feet have I washed I look at the dream, and that which was washed each toe is now clean. My life for you I have given away, and again would I do it the same way. In regards to my country, I have played I have paid. Of the world of the word, where I have turned each page. Your face on the lake, reflected off of the surface, deep inside of the book together we have made.